Hey Guys! Sorry it has been so long, but I have finally finished Chapter 18! I plan on there being 20 or 21 in this story, so sadly this story is coming to an end. Daddy's Little Princess is coming to an end as well. But on the bright side, I already and starting to work on a new story where their mother is alive in all her crazy Davenport glory. I might change her name though, I am not sure, we shall see. I am really excited for that story to come to fruition!

Disclaimer: I do not own Lab Rats.

Six in the morning, Tasha groaned. "Why are you up so early?" she asked.

Donald, who was already up and moving, zipped up his jacket. "I just want to be ready,"

Tasha raised an eyebrow. "Since when you do care about impressing your brother? I know that this is important to you, but you aren't meeting up for a few more hours. And Leo was there pretty late last night, so I bet they are all sleeping in," she reasoned.

"Either way, it will give me plenty of time to think," Donald shrugged.

Tasha rolled over and covered her face. "Have it your way,"

Donald smiled and went downstairs to the kitchen. He made himself some coffee, pouring it into the mug Adam had gotten him for Father's Day.

Hopefully this will calm my nerves, Donald thought as he sipped his coffee. After he finished, he went down to the lab, which had relatively little activity over the past week. Donald spent the next hour prepping the lab, so it would be ready, just in case, the kids decided to come home sometime.

And when would that be, Donald sighed inwardly. The kids were furious with him, but hopefully after they had some time to cool down-

"I won't know until later," Donald muttered. He decided that it best be time to head out, this way he would only be slightly early.

Even though his Davencar could go much faster, he stayed at a regular pace to stall for time.

When he finally arrived, he parked his Davencar and walked to the front. Full of fake confidence, he opened the door to the coffee shoppe and went right in.

Unable to find his brother, Donald toke a seat at an empty booth.

A tall, skinny blond waitress waltzed over to Donald. "What can I get you sweetie?" she asked in between chewing her gum.

"Can I get two coffees, one black, the other mostly cream and sugar," Donald replied. "Oh, and two pan de chocolates,"

The waitress scribbled down his order on her paid. "Got it," Pop.

As time went by, Donald impatiently waited for both his brother and his order.

Finally the waitress returned with his order, but what concerned Donald was that Douglas had yet to show up. He nervously sipped his coffee, hoping that his brother wouldn't stand him up.

"Hey Donnie,"

Donald's eyes shot up to see Douglas sitting down across from him.

"Oh, Hi Douglas. It's good time see you. How are you doing?" Donald asked.

"The kids are doing just fine. Chase aced his science project- no shock their, Bree meet this new guy at the mall, and Adam-"

"I am glad they are doing well," Donald interupted. "But I asked how you were doing,"

Douglas shrugged. "I am doing pretty well. Sorry for being late though, Adam bought a family of lobsters at the grocery store, they got lose, Chase the III tormented Bree, and it was just messy," Douglas laughed.

Donald smiled. "Classic Adam, always keeps things interesting,"

"Yep, never a dull moment with our three kids," Douglas smirked.

Donald couldn't help but smile. "Our three kids?"

"Yes Donnie," Douglas sighed. "Our three kids. I may be their biological father, but you did raise them for most of their lives. And even though the fact that you took them pains me deeply, I will still admit that you did a pretty good job of raising them. They really are great kids,"

"Thanks Douglas," Donald smiled.

Douglas nodded. "But, as grateful as I am, I know that the kids still have mixed feelings,"

Donald sighed. "That is understandable,"

"But I am sure, eventually, they will forgive you," Douglas said.

"Can you forgive me?" Donald asked.

"I-I don't know. I just want my brother back," Douglas whispered.

Donald took his brother's arm. "I am right here,"

"After it all happened, I was in so much pain, it blinded me. I withdrew from everyone who cared about me when I really shouldn't have. I did so many horrible things, but if I just would have reached out- to anyone, even you, I could have stayed off this path, Donnie. All of this isn't all your fault. I am partially responsible," Douglas admitted.

"It's okay Douglas. You have every right to be mad at me for everything I did," Donald told him.

"What you did- you did it to protect the kids. How can I stay mad at you for that?" Douglas huffed to himself. "We were close once, and I hope we can be close again. Together we make a great team, and I know that, with some work, we can bring our family back together,"

"Yeah," Donald smiled. "We can,"

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That afternoon after school, Bree sat on the bed in her room. Lord, that felt good to say. Her room.

Earlier, Bree had made some copies of photos she had found up in the attic. Except now, Bree wasn't entirely sure what she was going to do with them yet. Maybe make a photo album, or a scrape book, or a family tree binder.

Anyway, this lead to Bree sitting on her bed looking through photos. Of her mother.

Some had her, some with the kids, some whole family shots. Bree laid back in bed, admiring of her of her favorites. It was a single shot of Hope, smiling immensely, standing by a tree in a flowing blue dress.

Bree got up and walked over to her vanity. She grabbed her hairbrush, a bun-maker, and some ponytails.

Closely studying the photo, Bree began by putting her hair in a pony tail and sliding the bun-maker through. She wrapped her hair around a pined some of it up, allowing her excess hair to fall down in loose curls behind her bun.

Next, with trembling fingers, Bree carefully opened her jewelry box and took out the necklace Douglas gave her. The one that belonged to her mother.

Bree took a deep breath and smiled into the mirror as she hooked the necklace around her neck. She stood there for while, looking at herself in the mirror. It amazed her how much she resembled her mother. A women that she had never meet, but gave her half of her DNA. Bree couldn't help but feel a little bit cheated.

While she had been looking in the mirror, lost in her own thoughts, Bree didn't hear the knock on her door.

"Bree?" Douglas asked, opened the door to her room. He saw Bree, then the picture, and smiled.

"You look beautiful," Douglas whispered.

"Thanks Dad," Bree grinned.

Douglas smiled. "You look so much like her,"

"I know," Bree said. "Too bad I never got to meet her. I wonder what else we had in common," she murmured.

"Well," Douglas smirked. "She was also very bad at pranks, her favorite type of cookie was sugar, and she was very vocal as a teen about wanting her freedom,"

"Really?" Bree asked.

Douglas nodded. "Really. She was in the middle of seven kids, five of them brothers. She had two sisters, but they were both out of the house for most of her childhood. She had very over protective parents that kept on eye on all of them. Her adopted parents were from Puerto Rico, did I mention that? Sorry, I'm just babbling now," Douglas muttered.

"It's okay," Bree replied. "I like to hear about her,"

"Hope used to wonder a lot about her own birth mother as well. But she really loved her family, and was glad she had them," Douglas told her.

Bree smiled. "I love our family too,"

"The whole crazy family?" Douglas asked.

"Yep. The whole crazy family," Bree answered.

"Then, you would be okay if we went to Donnie's house tomorrow night for a family dinner?" Douglas asked.

Bree raised an eyebrow. "Uh, I guess, if you are sure,"

"I think it is a good idea, and both the boys are on board. Just wait and see Bree, it all will go off without a hitch," Douglas promised.

"If you say so,"

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